Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.